Blame me for being too attractive

Faced with Meeks' yin and yang, Lilith only felt angry.But in the face of such harmless advice, she didn't know how to deal with it.

Even if she didn't want to admit it, she knew in her heart that Meeks was right.

Meeks can even say that he didn't misunderstand her at all. In essence, she is not a good person.

After all, they have been surrounded by evil from birth. In such a growing environment, how many people can survive the silt without being infected.

If it could be done casually, everyone would not be promoting the impact of the environment on people.

But even if what Meeks said is reasonable, so what? too difficult.

It's like everyone knows what we should do when we face suffering, but when we really face suffering, there are a few who can really do it.

Maybe in a few years, or even decades, she will be able to mature enough to look at all the past with a smile.

But now, as a teenager, she really couldn't do it.

In her life, that person left too many traces.Besides the embarrassment brought by the other party, she has no pleasant experience that can offset this embarrassment.

But she didn't refute anything, just lowered her head silently and remained silent.

Superman just looked at this, then looked at that, it was hard to control his desire to sigh.

And Meeks thought this scene was really weird, he just said a few words, why now he looks like he is bullying others.He shouldn't have said too much, he just told the truth.

The atmosphere became more and more weird amidst the silence of the three of them.

And now among the three, none of them is ready to break this weirdness, they quite "tacitly" allow this weirdness to spread.

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The atmosphere of the three in the living room was weird. In Lilith's bedroom, the situation of Sherlock and John surrounded by portraits was not so good.

"Can you see the difference between these paintings?" Sherlock stared intently at the blue eyes on one of the portraits, as if there was some special secret hidden in it.

John heard the words and looked at the paintings carefully. To be honest, although these paintings are all related to Lucifer, the content of each one is actually different.

The one in the living room is Lucifer falling into the sky, and in the bedroom, there is a painting depicting the shining morning star in heaven as the vice-king of heaven, and a painting depicting Lucifer who has become the lord of hell. Portraits of the human world, portraits of dominating demons, portraits of wings turning from pure white to black...

So these paintings, in fact, should not ask whether there is any difference, because there are really no two of them the same.

To say that the only thing these paintings have in common is probably the pair of bright blue eyes from beginning to end.

Lucifer in heaven has such eyes, and Lucifer in hell also has such eyes. If you have to say something different, that is, if you look at the eyes of the former, you will have a feeling of being baptized by light, as if under the gaze of the other party, all The irritability and all the troubles about the world will slowly go away from you.

The latter's eyes gave people an indescribably uncomfortable feeling.

Even if you simply take a look at it, you will feel like you can't control your irritable emotions. Obviously your emotions are calm, but as long as you look at those eyes, your state will change immediately.

After John told what he had observed, Sherlock said thoughtfully: "They reminded you to be careful with these portraits, especially the eyes on the portraits..."

So are these eyes that can affect people's emotions a situation, and among these eyes that also have "magic power", which one do they want to destroy?

Thinking of Meeks' previous reminder that the lighter may only be used once, Sherlock looked at the portraits.

If you stack all the portraits you found together, and then use a lighter to ignite the corner of the stack, even if you only have one chance to use it, can you burn a bunch of paintings at once?

Of course, this idea is based on the fact that there is no special power like magic.

But there are those unknown forces, and if you look at the problem with ordinary people's thinking like this, it's not to jump out of the situation to see more, but to do nothing to die.

Just as Sherlock and the others were observing and discussing, the portraits hanging around them suddenly became windless and automatic.

The blurred figures on it seem to be ready to walk out of the portrait.

And those blue eyes, which were already translucent, looked even more radiant, and had a special look.

The light shining in it is the color of life.

And all this is obviously not a good thing for Sherlock and the others.

When handling a case before, Sherlock would rush forward without hesitation, regardless of whether it was dangerous or not.And John, who was by his side, would often follow behind him helplessly and worriedly.

But this time, Sherlock took a few steps back uncharacteristically: "Quickly go downstairs!"

As he said that, he grabbed John and was about to rush out the door.The speed was so fast, as if there was something in this room, and there was only less than 10 seconds left in the countdown/explosion/bomb.

But even if Sherlock used his fastest speed, John's speed was not inferior to the other's at all. Before they could walk two steps away, the door of the bedroom close in front of them closed with a "bang" in front of them. up.

The sound of closing the door was so loud that Sherlock felt that the place where he was standing shook a few times with the sound of closing the door.

The sound was so loud, let alone the living room, anyone passing by on the road outside the house could hear it.

But Sherlock, who was locked in the room, never heard Meeks and the others at all, as if the group of people never heard the loud closing sound at all.It seems that once the door is closed, the inside and outside of the house are two completely different worlds.

Standing in the bedroom, Sherlock not only didn't hear the sound that should come from the living room, but also didn't hear any other noises.

The only thing that can be heard may be the windless automatic friction of the portrait in the bedroom, and the breathing of him and John.

Since the bedroom was covered with portraits, John pulled out / pulled out / gun / to keep Sherlock behind him, but he didn't know how to do it.

Because none of the four directions is safe.

However, although this scene looks weird and the current situation is not safe, Sherlock and John may have vigilance, caution, and even eagerness on their faces, but there is absolutely no fear.

Not being afraid is often the first step to victory.

Sherlock, who was "surrounded" by portraits for the first time in his life, thought for a few seconds: "Fire a /shot/ at any random portrait."

As he spoke, he grabbed John with his hand, ready to avoid the attack, or even the bullet bounced back.

Hearing Sherlock's words, John didn't ask why, he chose a portrait at random according to his own feelings, and pulled the trigger.

After the bullet hit the eye on the portrait, the attack and rebound that Sherlock imagined never happened.

The eyes are like a mouth, once it closes and opens, the bullet/bullet/shooting/to/it has disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it was eaten by it.

As for this result, Sherlock said: "Change another pair and continue."

The portrait that John was aiming at before was a painting depicting the shining morning star in heaven as the vice-king of heaven, and the painting of Lucifer, who has become the Lord of Hell, but the result did not change .

"Do you want to continue?"

There are quite a few portraits here, but there are not many bullets in him/gun/, at least not enough for one portrait of him. .

Just when Sherlock was about to say "continue", the two portraits that had been shot/flicked/shot/shot just now suddenly flew up and shouted.

Then an extremely dark passage appeared above the two combined portraits. There was a somewhat burnt smell in the darkness, and you could even faintly hear mourning/howling and groaning/groaning/sounds.

It seems that the passage is the same as leading to hell.

As the voice became more shrill and clear, a powerful suction locked Sherlock and John and washed them in directly.

When the two disappeared completely in the passage, the two combined portraits separated and returned to their original positions, and the windless and automatic portrait also returned to its original appearance.

The room seemed to be isolated from the world just now, and that sense of isolation gradually dissipated with the disappearance of the two of them.

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downstairs.

Meeks, who didn't want to talk to the other two, just sat on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

But at the moment when Sherlock and the others disappeared, there was a thunderstorm outside, and Meeks vaguely sensed a strange power fluctuation from the direction of Lilith's bedroom.

The fluctuation of power gave Meeks a feeling of familiarity and strangeness.

Thinking of the two who had been up there for a while, and thinking about the sudden thunder outside, wouldn't the child of luck in this world die inside?

Thinking of this possibility, Meeks got up and walked towards Lilith's bedroom.

Although he doesn't care if those two people die or not, but losing his son of luck under such circumstances will make the world's consciousness /explode/explode/.

At that time, if they are dragged to the end together, it will not be very good.

Meeks walked quickly outside Lilith's bedroom, and when he opened the door, he saw an empty bedroom.

Meeks: Wow!

This is really a spirit that is good but not bad. Why can't he be so accurate when he thinks about good things.

Looking at the portraits in the bedroom, Meeks picked up the one closest to him and threw it on the ground.

It's just that he still didn't feel satisfied, so he stomped a few times with his feet.However, this portrait does not seem to have changed in any way, as if it is an ordinary portrait, not at all the posture that was automatic without wind, swallowing/swallowing/bullet/bomb, and can disappear two big living people not long ago.